The University daily. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 18??-????, 1887-06-10
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Yes Dayenport's hour Of triumph had
comet He did not call It his hour Of
triumph He simply said that had
befallen which he had known ALL
along must come. Then, judic-I
iously, wisely, patiently, .he be-
gan his ministrations, melting out com
fort 81 q material sort with the stern
impartiality Of 4 judge On the bench,
and the patient tenderness of a Joseph
yearning over his suffering brethren.
Nothing that led to the relief Of neces-
sity was too remote for his acute grasp
Of the situation, nothing too minute to
secure his attention. Without price be
gave up bis boarded substance, and long
after white sugar became q luxury too
costly for consumption on the table il
the little white cottage, Randolph Fair
fax's wife had it Son hers. There had
been no one to help him bear the bur-
den Of the obloquy that had been his
share, and now, when the women who
had 50 misguided him crowded about
him with wordy recantations, he smiled
at them inscrutably, and they WeIa COM
forted. They said among themselves:
HE took it 50 lightly, he had never
cared much. !" Not much you See there
wasn't the making Of a hero il him. All
the glory was reserved for the men who
/ had gone away in uniform. HE u.
It was in the third year Of the war
that Randolph Fairfax came home
wounded, not badly, but he had fought
splendidly and was. entitled I'd 4 short
respite. He tried hard to say something
handsome and grateful to Davenport
about the way he had looked after his
wife and children during his own. absence
in the army, and he sincerely hoped
those sharp and foolish words of his
about Dayenport's beard had died from
his memory. They had not he felt
quite sure Of it when Davenport resting
his blue eyes calmly on him for a mo-
ment, turned slowly on his heel and be-
gan giving directions about a kit of
mackerel that was to be sent to old Mrs.
Murray back in the Red Lick settlement.
Fairfax did not come to the store any
more after that, but remained closely at
home on the Plantations closely that
he did not hear what Davenport heard
one morning from the trembling lips Of
one Of Fairfax's own freed slaves. What
Davenport heard was that posse Of the
enemy was going to raid the neighbour
hood that night to capture Major Fair
fax; he would be prisoner we'll worth
their efforts. It was left with Daven-.
port to warn the major of his danger.
There was no one to whom he could in
trueF. tbs task. The lene, lsasly gaiiop
through the woods and across the
swollen sloughs over the weed
grown fields must be taken by himself.
1t was accomplished safely, and at
slower pace he turned his tired horses
head homeward. He would have liked
to travel faster, for Fanny would be
worrying about his not getting home
before dark, but, he must have some
mercy on the jaded beast under him.
Thank God, Fairfax would have plenty
fof time to escape, il he started right
of. It was dark, quite dark, when he
passed from the shelter Of the trees that
marked the boundary line of Fairfax's
place out into the big road $50 dark that
he did not. see motionless group Of
horsemen drawn across his pathway I'M
til his own horse SHE'D violently to one
side and the single word "Haltl" fell
commandingly on his ears. Il '|--
Il 'EFairfax's captorsp' He had only
time to think it, when the same com
manding voice called questioningly to0
him from out the gloom, "Who goes
there" :. 81 I}@
Randolph Fairfax 2 came back clear
", unfalteringly, detiantly. A gurgle
of laughter, or rather achorussed chuckle
of triumph, and then be was completely
surrounded as the posse hurried him
forward away from slowville. IT was
not Of himself that he was think
ing as he galloped through the
somber woods with his captors that
night, It was Of the wife, of Fanny,
watching and wondering and weeping
through the long hours alone. It was time